Don't Move Through This Life Too Fast, Honey

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        Angels come to us in the most unexpected places.

      One recent visit was in a Y locker room. We had all just finished a pretty demanding water aerobics class, and I was getting dressed to head home. It had been a long Monday and I was beat. "Put a fork in me" kind of day, when all I could think about was catching the last half of the Braves-Cubs game. I said something like, "Please tell me it's Friday," to the woman next to me and she started chuckling. Then she told me these words and why she said them:

     "Life is a precious thing. I feel so blessed to have been able to do that class. I feel so blessed to be able to tie my own shoes right now. We aren't promised a day. We aren't promised our next breath. But we are given them. And I want to live each day I've got and not rush through one of them. Not one. So, honey, don't wish your way on to Friday. Who knows what gifts you will be given, or what gifts you will give to somebody else between now and then."

     She finished tying her shoes, grabbed her pool bag, patted me lovingly on the shoulder and left. She was smiling. And so was I.

     Blessings on you this Friday. It's a good Spiritual Practice to not miss a miracle when she's standing right beside you. 

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